It was jolly in the country. A cow and little pigs to play with and milk warm from the cow.
The appalling thing about war is that it kills all love of truth.
I was not given to looking at life in a rosy light.
I encountered among my comrades the most varied human traits, from frankness to reserve, from goodness, uprightness and kindness, to brutality and baseness.
Dostoevsky preaches the morality of the pariah, the morality of the slave.
It is useless to send armies against ideas.